lying          
           in   my   room,          
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
     something  poking  my  left hand, 
                 something      slimy, 
     slithering  around  the  fingers, 
          up   the   arm.           
 is  it   drug-fueled   apathy?        
          i   don't   move   the  arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's tasting  me,    
 it   moves   further    up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward   it.       
             looks    like   seagrass. 
        it's  kinda   cute.         
                                 
     once  it's  up my neck  and on my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
       the  texture is like that of  a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and  the squish tastes  like sweet 
                      cucumber.    
    it's very good.     and i    
 suck    more   of   it   in.          
             chew   it.             
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
      apathy  gone,  i  sit  up.      
      the tendrils are stuck  under   
    my shirt,   entering by  the  arm 
 and  exiting  through  the collar.     
     this makes it hard for me  to push 
 more   of   it   in   my   mouth.      
   i make to  remove the shirt, but the 
 seagrass  finally protests when i try to 
 move     my     left     arm.          
      so  -   eating  it  is  ok,     
       moving  it is  not.